Bif felt a sense of jealousy. It wasn't something that was a one-time thing. No, it was a constant feeling.

His tongue pressed harshly into the back of his bottom teeth. Yet, his mouth stayed firmly shut. It made his face form into a slight scowl. He hated seeing you with this guy. That idiot wasn't good for you. It ticked him off.

However, he'd never thought he say that about his own friend, Derby Harrington. Yet, all the same Bif never felt so annoyed.

He stood nearby, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see you two flirting. It made him feel sick to his stomach. Derby wasn't meant for you, he was.